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“Did your mom make you wear that stupid hat?” “Are you gonna have babies like Nicole?” * The Obamas New BFF 1 |
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“Did your mom make you wear that stupid hat?” “Are you gonna have babies like Nicole?” * The Obamas New BFF 1 |
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The Fab Five has a little trouble at the photo shoot: “Your other right, Miss Hilton.” * The Obamas New BFF 1 |
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Dear Paris: Please pick up ur Thanksgiving din @ servant’s entrance by 5. Michelle not happy she caught u ‘cocking’. * The Obamas New BFF 1 |
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Shunned from Thanksgiving dinner, someone is jeopardizing the friendship… TBC (but you knew that, smart guy) * The Obamas New BFF 1 |
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Photo evidence Paris had eye on Obama since way back. “Um, your other right, Miss Hilton.” * The Obamas New BFF 1 |
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Michelle: I think we’re going to have to ground her. Barack: She didn’t come home ’til 5 am. And she’s wearing those lame sunglasses. * The Obamas New BFF 1 |
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With Paris confined to quarters, the Master holds auditions for BFF back-ups. “Choose door number 1! So wholesome and perky.” “Come on! Doesn’t this look like perky to you? Hey! No more crabs!” “I think I caught something from that bitch!” * The Obamas New BFF 1 |